On my travels today, I happened across this story from Turkey. A 2-week-old baby girl was rescued from the rubble.
Days after being born, this tiny little girl spent two days buried in an apartment building. But today, she is not only alive, but healthy.
I watched the footage, fascinated.
Bad things happen. Some days, I feel like bad things happen to me. And then horrible, terrible, awful things happen. Like the earthquake that has left hundreds dead and thousands injured. And I realize that I’m blessed and fortunate.
But good things happen too. Most days, good things happen to me. And then great, wonderful, amazing things happen. Like the rescue of this brand new life. And I realize that miracles are possible.
Perspective. I have it.